T.H.T. by Sum 41

You don't have the answers but you're always blaming me
It only lies in your behalf in animosity
You decide it's up to you make it what you'll be
After all you seem to be it makes no sense to me

Don't point your finger at me, it's all your odyssey
It's such a foolish game so quick to point the blame
And now tables have turned
Shut up!

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